The last ten kiloters of the course, not too long, not too short. By this point, most people’s stamina is almost exhausted, purely relying on willpower to persist. Even most professional runners, upon reaching this last stretch, begin to show distorted movents and disordered breathing.
But Wang Ye, leveraging his extraordinary recovery ability, maintained an almost perfectly consistent stride and precise breathing rhythm, like a cruising robot. In just over twenty minutes, he finished the final ten kiloters, and under the watchful eyes and cheers of the crowd, crossed the finish line!
At the mont of crossing the line.
Everyone applauded Wang Ye.
The host stuttered slightly, clearly shocked, "Congratulations... Congratulations to Mr. Wang Ye for winning the Shenzhen Marathon! With a total ti of 1 hour, 59 minutes, and 45 seconds! Also, congratulations to all the spectators for witnessing the first sub-two-hour marathon in China! This is definitely a historic mont!"
Upon hearing his own result, Wang Ye seed to lay down a heavy burden.
He began gasping for air, hands on his knees.
The staff who had been on standby imdiately assisted Wang Ye.
"Mr. Wang Ye, let take you for an injury check-up first!"
Wang Ye nodded, stood up from the ground, and followed the staff to the dical station.
Inside the dical station, the nurse first had Wang Ye lie on a hospital bed. Using cotton swabs and disinfectant, she did a preliminary disinfection and visual examination of the injury, followed by a simple bandaging and fixation.
Then the nurse shook her head and suggested, "With the current dical conditions, we can only do these asures first. I recomnd sending him to a hospital for further examination imdiately, without delay."
As this dical station served as an ergency rescue point, with overly simple dical equipnt, it was unable to use apparatus to check for skeletal injuries. Further examination required sending him to a big hospital for a more comprehensive check-up.
Wang Ye didn’t even have a chance to explain.
He was sward by a group of staff and lifted into the ambulance, sent to a local hospital for examination.
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anwhile, inside the Shenzhen Marathon Organizing Committee, it was like a pot had been blown up.
Each responsible person, flushed, breathless, with words filled with emotions.
Breaking two hours in the full marathon.
How terrifying those four words are.
The difficulty is no less than running 9.58 seconds in the hundred ters.
And such a record-breaking athlete appeared in their event.
"Am I fucking dreaming?"
"Old Zhang, slap quick, let see if this world is still real?"
"Where’s Wang Ye? Have they sent him to the hospital? Spend whatever it takes to save him! He’s a treasure! Out of Huaxia’s 1.4 billion people, only one treasure like this ca out! We must cherish him well!"
"By the way, those black*? I’m going to blast them!"
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anwhile, on the race track, the professional athletes, who crossed the finish line later, also learned from others’ mouths that the winner of this race broke the world record, showing expressions of utter shock.
As professional marathon athletes, they naturally know better than ordinary people how unimaginable running a marathon in under two hours is. Even the current world record holder, Kipchoge, only barely managed to run under two hours under cheating conditions.
Wang Lianzheng, upon hearing this shocking news, didn’t even feel like resting.
He stood dumbfounded by the finish line, breathing heavily, his pupils quivering.
"What... what kind of monster did I bring in?"
At this mont.
The news of Wang Ye breaking two hours is spreading with incredible speed across all major running circles. Videos related are quickly amassing over hundreds of thousands of likes on Douyin. Although the marathon event’s influence isn’t high, this incident has caused no small stir online.
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In the hospital.
Wang Ye sowhat passively underwent X-rays, MRIs, and other examinations.
With Wang Ye’s current sensitivity of the Magnetic Sense Organ, undergoing these examinations was truly uncomfortable. Unlike ordinary people, he could feel the instrunts’ strong low-hazard magnetic fields stimulating his Magnetic Sense Organ, causing waves of pain in his brain. Much like how highly olfactory humans react more intensely to feces, he felt even worse.
After these checks, he was sent to a ward and pressed onto a bed.
Feeling baffled, Wang Ye was pinned on the hospital bed by a group of strong n.
Once the staff left, he took out his phone and began to check how his world record on Douyin was impacting the internet.
If his world record-breaking feat stirs up a storm, his life as a social dia personality might face an unprecedented opportunity.
In other words, he could seize this wave to rake in money fast.
And at this mont, in the adjoining examination room.
Two doctors were looking at the films on the wall.
Deeply engrossed in thought.
"No way... the bones are completely intact?" One doctor chewed on his pen cap, his brows furrowed, "With such abrasions, his niscus ought to be sowhat damaged. But the films can’t be wrong... Are his joint bones made of steel?"
Then he turned to the doctor beside him, "By the way, Dr. Liu, how are your results over there?"
Dr. Liu snorted, "On my side? Forget bone injuries, that kid’s external wounds have already healed almost completely; even the scabs have fallen off."
"How long has it been since the race, how is that possible?" The doctor looked surprised.
"Maybe his tabolism is too fast? In any case, this kind of constitution is definitely unusual..." Dr. Liu shook his head slightly.
The other doctor nodded, "Let’s do a few more checks on Wang Ye later, we can’t miss any hidden injuries."
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